There is a saying that goes, you never know which will come first, today or an accident.

"A letter! For me?"

"Yes. Lin Yi'an is an educated youth, right?"

"I am."

Ma Lixin took out a dirty envelope and handed it to Lin Yian: "This is your letter, just sign here and you can take it away."

While Lin Yi'an was signing, Ma Lixin patted Lin Jianzhen on the shoulder and said, "Boy, I misunderstood you. I'll take you for a bike ride next time."

"It's okay, Uncle Zhao. You believed in me and followed me here, didn't you?"

It turned out that Lin Jianzhen came back to help push the cart, and on the way he happened to meet the postman who was delivering mail.

This postman is an old one. He has been delivering letters in their commune for more than ten years. Every time, the recipient of the envelope is someone he has never seen before. In all likelihood, it is the educated youth who came here to work in the countryside.

"Uncle Ma, are you here to deliver a letter again?"

Ma Lixin saw that it was Lin Jianzhen and immediately stopped his bike: "It's you, kid. Do you want to try riding a couple of laps?"

Once when he was delivering a letter, his tires slipped on the snow and he fell into a snow pile on the side of the road, with all the letters scattered all over the ground. Thanks to this guy for helping him pick them up, otherwise by the time he got up, half of the letters would have been ruined.

"Maybe next time. I have to go back and pull the cart for my dad."

Ma Lixin patted his beloved car and said, "Okay, I'll teach you step by step next time. By the way, do you know an educated youth named Lin Yi'an? He should be a newcomer to your Linjia Village."

Lin Yian? Isn't that the name of his third sister?

"Jianzhen, what are you staring at? Don't you know this educated youth? Then I'll go to the educated youth center to take a look."

"No! Uncle Ma, I know her. This educated youth...she's not at the educated youth center right now. How about I help you deliver the letter to her?"

Although Ma Lixin believes in Lin Jianzhen's character, he also has to be responsible for his work.

"Okay, I won't bother you. Just point me in the direction and I'll go there myself."

Lin Jianzhen scratched his hair: "Uncle Ma, I'll take you there."

"Okay, then thank you in advance."

As the road ahead became more and more familiar, the doubts in Ma Lixin's heart snowballed bigger and bigger.

The snowball in Ma Lixin's heart had finally grown to its largest size when it stopped at the gate of a familiar courtyard.

"Jianzhen, you..."

"Uncle Ma, the person you are looking for is at my house."

After Ma Lixin left, Lin Jianzhen didn't have time to care about who sent the letter to Lin Yian, and hurriedly pushed the cart towards the field.

Lin Yian threw the letter on the table, washed his hands carefully, and stared at the envelope in a daze with his chin propped up.

This address gives me a bad feeling...

"Ah Ci, don't you want to open it and take a look?"

Lin Yian changed his hand to support his chin: "I don't want to open it. I always feel that something bad will happen."

After hearing this, Fan Zhu put down the wool in her hand and asked, "Ah Ci, have you guessed who sent you this letter?"

"No, it's just that I know this address."

Alas, if it is a blessing, it will not be a disaster; if it is a disaster, it cannot be avoided.

Lin Yian tore open the envelope, took out the letter inside, and began to read it word by word.

A few minutes later, Lin Yian folded the letter and put it back into the envelope, then struck a match and lit the oil lamp.

Fan Zhu did not say anything to stop her. This was Aci's own letter, and it was Aci who should make the decision.

In the end, there was not a single pinch of black ash on the table.